"Tony, why are you standing there? Sit here. I'll treat your hand." Marey said as he sat on the chair waiting for Tony who was still standing in his place.
Hearing Marey's call, Tony was forced to sit beside Marey.
"Where's Dean, Marey?" Tony asked feeling bad that Dean would find out how he felt.
"Dean is resting, why?" Marey asked as he treated Tony's palm which was scratched by shards of glass.
"Why don't you take a break too?" Tony asked feeling his heart pounding with the soft touch of Marey's hand holding his.
"That's enough Marey, my hand is fine. I'd better get back to my room." said Tony not wanting to be tormented any longer with his feelings.
"Wait a minute Ton, let me bandage the wound first." Marey said as he bandaged Tony's injured palm.
Tony swallowed his saliva unable to refute or deny Marey's words.
After Marey finished dressing his wound Tony got up from his seat.
